स्वस्तातले टिकतं नसते.
महागातले परवडतं नसते.
हे इकडे विहीर असते.
अन तिकडे आग असते.
नसले तर वागत नसते.
पाहिले की घ्यावेच वाटते.
घेतले नाही तर स्वप्नातही तेच दिसते.
हे दुखणे खुप वाईट असते.
इकडे आगीत असल्या सारखे असते.
तिकडे फुफाट्यात पडल्या सारखे असते.
सहनही होतं नसते अन दाखवताही येत नसते.
नाजूक जागच्या केसतूडा सारखे असते.
बोलाव तर खुप वाटते.
पण आपण बोललेले कोणाला ऐकू येते.
आपण बोलावे म्हणावे तर ऐकणारे भिंती शिवाय कोणीच नसते.
आपलेच दात अन आपलेच ओठ हेच असते.
माणसाचे वागणे पण वेडेपणाचे असते.
कधी न कधी रिकाम्या हाताने जायचे असते.
पण वागणे अजरामर असल्या सारखे असते.
खरं तर त्याचे त्यालाच तो काय करत आहे हे कळतं नसते.
- संजय उदगीरकर.
मी भाषण करत होतो.
मी स्वतःचीच स्तुती करत होतो.
मी आपल्यातच गुंग होतो.
मी खरतर कोळसा उगाळत होतो.
माझ्या कर्तुत्वाची मीच स्तुती करत होतो.
माझ्या व्यक्तिमत्वाचे गूणगाण करत होतो.
माझ्या पुर्वजांची पण स्तुती करत होतो.
मी खरंतर कोळसा उगाळत होतो.
मी केलेले त्याग मीच मोजत होतो.
मी शून्यातून कसे सर्व निर्माण केले हे सांगत होतो.
मी माझ्या अहंकाराला गोंजारीत होतो.
मी खरतर कोळसा उगाळत होतो.
मी किती शिकलेला आहे हे सांगत होतो.
मी विद्वान लोकातले माझे उच्च स्थान वर्णीत होतो.
मी आत्म स्तुती करण्यात पटाईत होतो.
मी खरतर कोळसा उगाळत होतो.
मी स्वतःला मूर्ख सिद्ध करत होतो.
मी ऐकणार्या लोकांचे डोके दुखण्याचे कारण होतो.
मी फक्त मी मी करत होतो.
मी खरतर कोळसा उगाळत होतो.
- संजय उदगीरकर.
¿Que sé de ti?
Sé que cuando me besas, tus párpados también se besan.
**My bollywood love story - part 4**
Finally dad was here and mom told him what had happened when he wasn't around. To my surprise my dad understood and he said people are misunderstanding the kids and he actually spoke to him and told him the day you clear your CPT and she clears PMT exam, I will make it official for you guys, I'll make sure you guys get married afterwards and I don't care what your family says. We both got really happy and the respect for my dad grew 10 folds. But when he got to know we had bunked school he lost the control, where I learned a very important lesson to some people love is actually a natural process what hurt him more was me missing on my studies. My dad told...
All the fights I’ve
All the fucks ive
All the women I’ve loved
and driven away.
All the drinks I’ve
my system with,
The happiness felt
and the lows
and the cards I’ve
on my canvas
great paint trails
She fell into his arms in a way that she have never fallen into anyone's arms before.
Little she know it's a free fall.
The sun meets water
As it sets, giving life to
Graceful, coral seas.
*Sunset At Sea*
Background courtesy of @justindanielnungesser on Instagram
#CoralSeas #JanuaryFalls #PoetryChallenge
You were always my
Venomous pleasure, even
If it meant I'd die.
*For You* (Tango, The Final Chapter)
'were' being the key word
In search of weaving silence emitting from brooding daylight,
Grasp over a wall over that edgy bridge
Consumed by the overwhelming solitude,
Eyes that were staring from a distant, hazy and blare
Came a little closer now, one could vividly notice an uncanny emotion on those pair,that seemed holding a lot wisdom
Ever wonder a plant having a sheer potential to bloom yet didn't get the needed nurturing? They flared with the clouds withered amongst the rocks and submits to the binging darkness.
They're equally crooked and worn out, yet calmly waiting for the storm to pass by-
The chaos to remember, the fringes to decipher her limits that holds a lifetime of struggle and grace, equally manifeste...
Aik naae bahaar laa rahi hu
Bas tujhe bhula rahi hun...
Rang rang k baagho mai ja rahi huu
Bas tujhe bhula rahi hunn..
Teri haasti mita rahi huu..
Naaz tha tujhe Aik gharoor tha tujhe bhula na paungi mai tujhe
Dekh ley mai kesa tufaan la rahi hun...
Teri hasti mita rahi hu...
Mai tujhe bhula rahi Hun..
Teri hasti mita rahi hu
Badal dungi khud ko mai itna
Tu soch na payega itna...
Mai tujhe bhula rahi hu
Mai aik aisa tufaan la rahi hu..
Tujhe bhula rahi hu...
Teri hasti mita Rahi hu...
Anger. Love. Happiness. Something or anything .
Even if it is meant to be said.
She will never say.
Even if it is meant to be expressed.
She will never express.
It is not that she wants to be a mystery or mysterious.
Sometimes it’s just not too easy to put everything into words when you’re not sure if those words will be respected or not.
Ojalá que con la misma sencillez con la que nos dejamos manejar por el orgullo. Nos dejáramos guiar por la empatia.
De desvelos, deseos y recuerdos en el olvido.
En la oscuridad de la noche susurra en mi oído, con voz suave y amorosa me narra sus delirios. En instantes le creo y siento sus suspiros, su suave mirada y cálido abrigo. Cuando tanto amor me colma de alivio, busco sus labios totalmente desicidido. En ese instante despierto y todo de ella se ha ido...
I wonder what I would do
with all my time if I was
not reading books, writing
books, buying books, thinking
about books, dusting books,
recommending books, and
Probably not having near as much fun.
She can't express what she feels inside
What more does she need to hide?
Her feelings are not being addressed because, to some people, they're not there
And that's not fair
Oh, she knows life ain't fair and life ain't cherries and rainbows galore
But the pain, the anguish.... How much more?
How much more can she take of the unspoken feelings that are ready to pop out?
How much of herself does she need to do without?
Because who is she if she has feelings and is being a human like everyone else on this Earth?
Does she need to be numb in order to have some worth?
Why do her emotions need to be stifled and why to people think they need to be pushed aside?
Because than those exact people can walk...
Soy la voz de los que creen no tenerla.
Soy la luna de los que viven en oscuridad.
Soy el canto de las aves que volaron muy cerca del sol.
Soy la tibieza de los que perdieron el cobijo de su madre.
Soy el beso de los que tienen el corazón roto.
I fade with age
I am only human
I am dirt and water,
a little bit of everything
in the sky and on earth
But I burn brightly like an oil lamp
before it finally gives away
everything in its womb
to the wind, to the wind
Weekly Challenge 3
Beginning, Thoughts, Pocket
In the beginning, all that existed was a deep pocket of nothingness. Out of this void, the thoughts of creation emerged, becoming words calling forth the fullness of light and life through the breath of the living God who encompassed the nothingness, transforming it into something beloved.
Our love is like wave in motion,
I’m the surfer you’re the ocean...
It’s not that I don’t trust your audacity,
It’s just the weather that challenges my capacity.
So would you forgive this witted brain,
And drown this bunny again...
she woke from the dream.
to wipe from her eyes the stardust that had sponged the tears she’d conjured to make her face feel ‘something’.
and with remote control in eager hand, she changed the channel on the old programs that had recycled the same old plot lines, failing to entertain.
from the old timey sitcoms that seldom could make her smile, to the talking heads selling lies in the headlines they would broadcast so bastardly.
for far long she'd tuned into their nightly dramas, the ones with the lacklustre acting and the two bit plot twists, lullaby'ing her soul to sleep, til' even the promise of a weekend morning would fail miserably to wake her.
and so in a daze, in the back row sh...
How do you know when
it’s finally time to go?
How do you know when
you should still stay?
How do you know when
To keep giving it your all?
How do you know when
you’ve nothing more to say?
She's a beautiful dreamer with eyes like an angel
A body to die for and a mind just like mine.
She keeps all her thoughts and dreams in a journal
The passion she writes with keeps growing with time.
Sometimes her dreams are playful and vivid
Sometimes her thoughts are scary and dark.
I wish I could be there to help and to heal her
And put back together her sad, broken heart.
If she just lets me in and gives me her trust
I'll hold her together and keep her from breaking.
I've already fallen for her beauty and charm
My mind and my body are hers for the taking.
So my dream girl exists I've finally found her
Scarred and beaten but a spirit unbroken.
She dreams about leaving this world with a ba...
Dear people of the world,
We are all butterflies unable to see our own beauty. Only others can truly see it. If people say you are not beautiful they are the caterpillars who do not see the beauty you posses, only your strangeness in how different you are. That does not mean that your beauty is nonexistent, only that they focus on how you are different and not the beauty and color of your wings.
Love from Ashlee Grace B.
There are three people standing on the top of a mountain. This mountain overlooks humanity and its entirety. They can see time pass, from the cavemen to the astronauts that went to the moon, to the scientist today curing cancer. One of them looks up at the sky and says: "Breathtaking." The only girl of the three tilts her head up too and sighs lightly. She closes her eyes and searches blindly for a hand of the second man. Their hands intertwine and she guides his body closer to her. Finally the last one of the trio aims his eyes at the sky too. There they are, three people, on the top of a mountain, having the possibility to see humanity and its entirety, yet choosing to look at the sky. They...
Forgiveness is a two-way street: whenever we forgive someone, we are also forgiving ourselves.
That air of intimidation blew me over.
The evening grew duskier. My Roman antique clock tick tocked.
The tenor turned cold. My phone kept ringing like one fire alarm. I ignored.
I ran down the staircase, only to be found alone in my home. I panicked.
There was a letter on the diners table. And it read just what happened above. The same lines written down neatly with no signature. I flipped it over. It was plain. Trembled was I.
I opened the door of my store room. The room was organized, like one cleaned up crime scene. But the pungency was hard to ignore.
I blocked my nose and walked further, into the corner of the room. She was there, waiting for me. Lifeless.
You've caught me.
In your bouquet of roses.
In your dance of passion.
In your old French songs.
I smell the roses,
I dance to your song of love.
I smile at the thought of you.
You've caught me.
Please don't give up.
Please don't quit.
Please keep trying.
I know it can be difficult.
I know it can be painful.
But don't give up.
I'm here for you.
At first when I was very very young, I was told that a home is a building you live in. A building made of bricks and cement and doors and windows.
So I loved mine with all my heart. Decorated the walls and the windows with little drawings and stuff. But then one day, I had to leave that house.
As I grew older, I realised that a house becomes a home because of the people who live in it. The memories they create there. The walls and the windows and the doors become witnesses to those memories as they are created, remembered and relived over the years.
So I decided to make a human being my home. For some time it was wonderful. But I always slept with one eye open. There w...
people with broken heart & the ones who tend to break,
His Love Is Accumulating Dust On My Heart. It's piling up. He who walks into my life first decides to run his finger over it. It's hell, hopeless & disappointing when the dust sticks to him & he wipes it off. Even my tears are unable to wash it off.
Loneliness creeps in like a black, disgusting devil but I've rose from the grave, dug in the way of underworld. I'm able to battle with him!
With his love,
My face is on a stamp for a writing app. Thank you lettrs for this honour.
College has been a hard thing. I want to thank all of you on here who have given my writing any form of support. I love all of you. I don’t know many of you, but your support has helped my growth.
I’ve been working through a depression streak with the passing of a close friend, and ceased my writing for close to a year. But I am back and wanting to write and grow further.
For all of you here for the journey, I thank you.
Here’s to you, and here’s to another year of poetic growth.
Cuando era pequeña me encantaba levantar piedrecillas del suelo. Algunas por su forma, otras por su color. Algunas más porque eran el recuerdo del lugar donde había estado. Un buen día caminando con papá me dio una piedra (de bolsillo) me recalcó.
Y me dijo una frase que me iba a acompañar toda la vida.
“Llévala contigo a cualquier lugar que vayas, pues es el recordatorio de todo lo que no eres mi niña”
Me tomo años descifrar a que se refería, pero honrando el pacto previo, la piedrecilla me ha acompañado ya 16 años.
Debo confesar que al principio la llevaba todo el tiempo en mi bolsillo. Seguramente la piedrecilla brincaba feliz con mis demás cosas con cada carrera jugada con mis hermanos. M...
You know you have amazing true friends when they message you throughout the night asking if your safe and good.
You know you have true friends when they worry about your well being and heart.
You know you have real friends when they go out in the cold and shovel your car out because you have a mind set of a southerner who never thinks to buy a shovel or a scraper for your car. (THANK YOU SO SO MUCH DYLAN)
You know you have true friends when they all get together and send you a million video messages singing happy birthday!
You know you have real best friends when they know the guy you are head over heels for is the one and all they can talk about is how he completes me 100%
Letting all know...
As each day passes, my strengths grow
That in God
Within my heart, mind, understanding
I feel as though I am beyond blessed. I am not a church going person, but do have a beautiful relationship with God. And I know it is Him, in which is guiding me. As life happens, He is keeping me on a beautiful path! I am extremely THANKFUL! In Gods Name I Pray. Amen
And despite it all.. all the displaced anger, harbored resentments, daggers thrown, swords stabbed, dreams shattered, hearts broken I still miss you more than I can convey. I miss who I thought you were and would do anything to have access to that guy I imagined. I need him. I need his strength, his earthy roots that kept me grounded, the weight of the words he softly whispered when I felt unsure.. I miss the you I made up in my head and while I realize that guy must’ve never existed in reality he was real in my mind and he made me feel so fucking secure and absolutely ecstatic.
I realized after our last rendezvous about half way home I wasn’t wearing the...
We all have our standards and mine just don’t align in a way that’s consistent with you and while this is ok, I wish we somehow could’ve managed to be adults and either readjusted or mutually decided to release the Union in the correct way that caused both parties the least amount pain, anguish or suffering.
Honestly, I hope you come to senses and don’t continue to lash out and project your past relationship baggage of issues the next object of your affection. Learning from our past mistakes are the biggest building block and our stepping stones we can use when deciding to engage with another person.
I also know quite keenly that the last day of us being together you were still lying and ...
Las redes sociales han permitido que personas comunes y Corrientes como yo... Hayan conocido personas increíbles como ustedes...
Gracias #lettrs ❤️
She commented "Your boyfriend's nice" seeing this... I smiled, replying he's my brother.
~To the Guy that Didn’t Stand By Me When I Needed Him Most~
Thank you for showing me who you really are.
Thank you for not being here to show me the love and give me the mental, physical and financial support when I really, really needed you most.
Your direct lack of any kind of action showed me your true colors. You showed me the truth of your character, the lies you spewed to me even when I had the proof you were lying that proved to me the type of moral uprightness you held was nothing more like a severe deficiency of integrity. The way you had no sympathy, offered no condolences of any kind or notion of my soul suffering and mental anguish showed me how you truly held no compassion f...
São dois anos. Dois anos de partilhas e de passos bem dados. Dois anos de um reencontro de infância. São dois anos em que nos temos um ao outro e o resto da vida pela frente. São dois anos de nós e mais hão-de vir com tanto de nós. Somos nós, uma vida inteira. E foram precisos segundos para nos sabermos nossos para uma vida inteira. E dois anos de nós para que a nossa vida virasse una. São dois anos e uma vida inteira, meu amor...
It's a terrible thing
Easy to bloom
But even easier to crush
It can be a saving grace
Or a death sentence
And its something I wish
I could let go
'In The End. . .'
They're laughing at us,
they think we're weird.
We pay them no mind,
cause all they do is stare.
When we are together,
every other thing disappears.
Cause all that matters,
is that I'm with you in the end.
Yo siempre he creído en ese amor fiel y sincero, que no necesita guardar las apariencias y que se demuestra sin la más mínima obligación.
Sin duda hay días en que extraño, en que muero por un abrazo o una llamada, un detalle o una sorpresa, un beso o tan solo un momento del perfecto silencio a su lado...
Sin duda extraño ese amor que en algún momento sentí que era el verdadero y el único que tendría en mi vida para siempre.
Hoy extraño pero, debo seguir adelante.
El destino se asegurará de que me encuentre el amor en el que creo...
Tal vez no sea hoy, o mañana... o quizás si. No lo sé, pero quiero estar preparada para la persona que merezca esta Diana renovada... feliz, fuerte, y com...
“I haven't in my whole life let myself look like a mess and asked for miracles." he said.
"You never have faith in in miracles, John." I said
"That's the main idea. I don't believe in it. Yet, why am I so fixated with this heavenly expectation as the only answer to my problems?" he answered.
"Because, sometimes when all else fails, you cling onto the impossible." I told him while looking at the blanket of stars
Mergen Originals: Myriad of Hopes
lines of despair,
wrapped in hidden shadows,
look for the divine winter rose
- ashley jane
When the moment gets tough
and the heaviness refuses to leave,
no one has the right to tell you
how you are supposed to feel.
Blood is blood, all of us bleed,
our hearts may break in similar ways,
but they heal at different speeds.
For some, it’s a graze, an insignificant bruise,
a room where the exits are clearly defined
and yet there are others who struggle,
their wounds as deep as the daily thoughts
that plague their mind.
Do not be silenced by people
that do not understand your level of pain.
Shout and scream if you have to
– when we acknowledge the darkness
it no longer remains hidden from the light
and only then can the healing process beg...
Even a tiniest light ,
After an eternity of darkness,
Equals thousand Suns.
There she goes again,
Dancing on the wind.
The wispy, sweet refrain
Stirs for her to begin.
With dark, tangled tresses that reach to her back
She floats and is angled to a rhythmless track.
Free as the breezes she dances upon
And oh so dear to me,
Long after breezy days have gone,
The Wind-Dancer still she will be.
Kanha Shanthi Vanam, Hyderabad.
No matter how hard I tried,
I always ended up losing you..
I kept you so close to me;
But you still chose to leave.
I spent my savings on you;
But you never gave a heed.
I slept thinking about you last night;
Wanting to keep you safe,
because you were my only one,
But when I woke up , you were gone, Gone like the wind...
I let you keep my sight together, but you still wandered away everytime.
I never let anybody have you..
I treated you like my own baby;
But you were least bothered to hold on to me or my feelings!!
And there will come a day,
When tears have no place here.
And I fear its arrival, for the
Moment the rain clears and the
Clouds move on, is the second
The sun starts to shine, on a Time
When we are just you and I.
I have a couple poems that I wrote when I went into remission before and I was young and naive... The first poem I wrote 2 years ago when my boyfriend and I had been together for about 2 years at the time when the cancer came back...
like it happened yesterday
the anxiety never seems to go away
every cough ... every pain ...
the worries can drive you insane
but early on I seen our love
and strength came from God above
by each others side we'll stay
a commitment we make every day
cancer tried to destroy you and me
but it back fired...
instead it set us free
we became free to explore
and we were able to open
we looked fear in the eye
shedding tears we ...
I found this hidden gem when I was looking for a writing app or something or other (can't remember exactly) a few months ago then I got busy and stuck in the rat-races of life these days but isn't that the same with everyone. So it sat there on my phone in a folder that I access quite regularly just collecting dust (so to speak), so today I finally had some downtime so I finally decided to set up an account and give this app a try.
I am not sure how exactly this really works but the way that I think that it works is that its like talking to the moon and stars in the sky above me when I am missing someone I love who has passed away just hoping that I could hear their voice o...
Look around you. Observe the world that you are living in.
Can you feel the beating of a thousand desperate hearts?
Can you see the fear for tomorrow in the looks of people?
Can you hear the cries of a thousand mothers who are losing their children each day?
Now ask yourself, is this the place where you always want to live?
Is this the place where each child expects to grow up when they open their innocent eyes and see the world for the first time?
Are you able to look in the eyes of those children without the feeling of shame for this reality full of evil, which they have to face?
Is this what we have prepared for them throughout centuries and years?
We cannot deny ...
Ich habe eine Katze, deren Name Tiger ist. Sie hat Zwillingskätzchen, nämlich Tim und Zinn. Wegen Hundemissionen habe ich ihn in einem Park verlassen. Heute nach einer Woche ist er wieder zu Hause. Ich weiß jetzt, wie sehr ich die Zinn vermisst habe.
I’m looking at you in love and it appears to me I see my image in your soul but I know that beyond is a water unfathomable to ever grip and I will have to splurge my life crossing it.
I love you and I know it will last forever, I will always traverse with a senseless longing to get as fast as thinkable in your deep persona, I will always preserve my desire floats stressed to you so the storm will never give us away, to halt the whitecaps of your garments drapery over your body with my palms, to held them in your chest and gape at the possibility of your smiles with a plea of waywardness.
What a lovely world it would be, where you stride with kisses, where you breathe with love and ...
Ok.This is the first letter that I write in this APP.I am a little excited now.(^ω^)
I want to meet with yours,and be your friend.My name is Siriy.
Please don't grieve over the stars, they may shine bright, but by the time the sparkle, they're already gone.
It's unique, kind of weird, but seems like a lot of fun so even I'm writing to you, for the first time, not knowing who you are, or what I'm supposed to talk about.
I think my first letter should be about motivation, as it has been the sole reason of all that I've achieved till date.
I can safely say, every individual, on this earth can achieve more than what he has, do more than what he's doing and can go beyond his capabilities.. with a motivated mind.
Wish you the best.
I think that my first letter here should be written to you. I came to this website by chance while I was browsing for something else for my friend, but it kept me for quite some time before I've moved on.
Some of the letters here are very emotional and they reach out. Reading these, it reminded me of something my friend said (about diaries, but the meaning is the same): "Do you know why people open their hearts to a piece of paper? Because they cannot confide to other people." Here, after quite some time passed since I've first heard it, I think I finally understand what she meant.
It's too early to say whether I'll be writing here regularly or not, but I think that ther...
I've found someone who looks at me and feels love. I've found someone who let's me cry about the feelings that have haunted me. I've found that someone who let's me know I'm the better one. I'm the one. When he looks at me, I see our future. When he speaks, I hear his sincerity. When he touches me, I feel his obsession and desire. He's my last. My heart will never grow any bigger than it has with him. Knowing this, knowing that I have this love, why do I still hesitate? I know the answer. I know it's because of my past. I know it's because I don't trust myself to give the last piece I have left, but it feels like I already have. It feels like he has all of me and all I have left are the ghost...
Black clouds don’t always
Sometimes they foretell
an upcoming storm.
And with each labored drop
you will wash yesterday
I learned love in the wilds
On the wind
Beneath the trees
Across the cool waters
That embrace an open heart with ease
Until your eyes match my sky
Until you learn why the leaves must cry
Until you see where this love flourishes
We will remain a mystery of silent nights and near misses
My face is on a stamp for a writing app. Thank you lettrs for this honour.
Hay cosas que se pierden y no encuentras un por qué
Hay obstáculos (hay obstáculos) que pueden hacerte caer
Hay momentos en que te entran ganas de abandonar todo
Hay siempre un sentimiento muerto en un corazón roto
I AM BACK!
Thanks for the lovely stamps and can’t wait to start writing some letters.
I’m grateful for your soul
And all the ways you help me
All the days you stayed
When everyone else ran away
-Lion in the Stars
The reluctance of the morning wake.
Does not end when you start,
The thing that was supposed to be better than,
Thing you thought was “wow, could this be”,
And you would have ended,
Is exactly what other people want,
Your neighbor will lead to an ever living,
Is the worst thing you will ever,
Is what you will need to survive in this,
Every waking moment is nothing but a poetic tragedy, learn to embrace these moments.
Apesar que tienes a muchas personas hay por ti sientes que no es suficiente para sentirte completamente acompañada. Si te darán su apoyo y consejos pero eso no te hace ver que están ai por siempre si no nomas por el rato. La soledad es aunque estes haciendo algo divertido sientes que era mejor nomas estar en la casa. Milles de personas se sienten solas aunque tengan las personas que mas quieren a su lado. Podrás tenerlo todo pero si te sientes s realmente es tener nada.
Black was the color of ink used to dance across the cover of the book. Black was the emotion that crept its way into the house, crawling into our hearts and shattering conversation. Black was the sound of her screams as she was craving the poison cup. Black was the color of the night sky as two warm bodies begged for her to go back inside. Black was the thoughts of the baby screaming for comfort. Black was the image of two shillouettes coming to help. Black was the taste of sweat and salty tears stinging every action. Tonight was dark. Tonight was black.
La aurora llega en el instante donde la luna quiere aparecer,
Se muestra encantadora y con aires de colores, brilla como el mármol y a su vez refleja en su espejo de agua tan grande como nuestro amor, amor que se espera en la fecha indicada, amor que nos brinda calma, amor que refleja en la aurora boreal
Looking back all I can see is you
I desperately try to catch your attention
But you never look my way.
Sharing smiles, sharing hugs, sharing love
My heart is full of my love for you
But it know it will never be returned.
All this time spent I knew
that we would be nothing more
Than a pair of friends
Than two people standing next to each other
Close but never touching
Close but never anything
Because I was the only one
Hopelessly hoping for your gaze to meet mine,
Though I know it never will.
So I will continue to stand by your side
Giving you my time, giving you my love,
giving you my attention
But never giving you my heart,
because I know I w...
Beware O Mortal!
For you will be tested.
In this very world
Where derision never sleeps, never has rested.
Beware O Mortal!
For you will fall in love one day.
A glass shatters in inexplicable ways
But a heart, it shows no shattering, it dies,
Keep it vouchsafed in yours, till the feather of death in front of you flies.
Beware O Mortal!
For challenges await, so does loss.
Give your power to none,
May that intellect gather enough truth that would drive
You to victory and the war you have waged within you be won.
Beware O Mortal!
For time is slipping,
From the hourglass of life.
Live one, lead many because you never know,
You are here this minute and in the next you go.
True love has a habit of coming back.
Every single time.
Don’t worry, it will come back to you someday.
Someone will love you in all the ways
you had deemed impossible.
Pen down each and every thing you can
As memories too fade with people and emotions!
I have writers block. It's like I've been cruising along a highway and suddenly there is an accident and there's nothing I can do but wait for it to be cleared out. That's what is happening in my mind right now, there's something that's blocking me from reaching my creative vices. And all I can do right now is wait...
For now I'm just going to read lettrs written by others and look for some inspiration.
I’m not really sure why I write anymore. It’s not because I feel something. It’s not because I want to. It’s not because I long for someone. And it’s not because I need them. I suppose it’s because the emptiness that I have felt for so long, has finally been lulled to sleep by the one I always want. The one I always need. I don’t write because the reason I always have has been erased from me, I write because I have finally found it.
Your face will be rubbed off of the youth,
Enriched with lines of life’s experiences.
Patience shining brightly as a smile on your lips.
And then you will look back at all of this.
To thank yourself for not giving up.
On a sunny day
Quite the rebellion
She loves sunshine
She loves just fine
Sunny days are the best days
They lift your mood
Take cares away.
Her season is summer time.
Mind you, not thi s blasting 43c
Its like the worlds on fire
Her burning desire.
It happens once and
remains till the end
Even in some, it doesn't end,
it last forever
What is it?
It is true love.
The treasures untold hide in the slumber of yesterday.
Neglected, forgotten, washed away with tears.
Tapped off, closed & sealed, the moments of which forbidden to speak.
Oh contrare, the wisdom it brings forth.
Calling others to light, bringing about clarity.
Stories aren't meant to be unwritten.
If my heart is ocean then you are its water....
If my heart is universe then you are its galaxies....
If my heart is sun then you are its sunshine....
If my heart is an organ then you are its whole body....
I love you as deep as the megma present in the earth crust....
your love is like Oxygen for me :)
"With you I am Alive.. without you i can't survive" ❤️🤓